Month: January 2017

At night, she would read with the light of a small candle; sometimes, the candle would burn out or it could happen the other way around

Sunset Mexico city, CDMX, Mexico

Camila had her own special way of interpreting the world. As a child, and thanks to the influence of her teacher, Rafita, the little girl acquired and developed an amazing passion for reading.

Tonalá Street Mexico city, CDMX, Mexico

Her teacher, had been able to instill that love towards reading in the successive generations of country boys and girls that for two years of their life, assisted in his classes in that rustic country school in the village. Magnifico had also acquired a taste for reading and the different horizons it allowed him to discover.

Jalapa Street Mexico city, CDMX, Mexico

Yet, he never displayed that unprecedented love for the written word that his friend, Camila, had revealed. Rafita’s small library, contained more than enough books for his needs.

And so the child merrily passed the hours away, as she skipped from word to word and from book to book

David’s fountain Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico

Half an hour later, after finally leaving her house, she would meet up with Magnifico, who was always punctually waiting for her in the pine tree clearing.

Reforma Boulevard Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico

Together, they would walk an additional hour more, occasionally switching pathways and trying out different routes for that morning. Magnifico advanced observing every detail on the way.

Urban dusk Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico

In that shared silence between them, she walked with her mind far away, lost in her own reflections, without losing her step, nor either her place in the book for that occasion, which was always open in her hand.

The heat has precisely reached an extreme point; to the moment which this anti-climate becomes an absolute, or rather, it turns into a matter that could well be said as: the truly unbearable and totally intolerable.

The fountain Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico

Not even this morning, as I hopped on the plane at Cochabamba City’s airport, did I run into this kind of heat. And in Cochabamba, we really can´t complain about cold weather, no sir! Yet, simply put, over there, you’ll never feel a damn, infernal scorcher like today’s sweltering heat, here in Sucre.

National Auditorium Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico

Well, this is understood only by those of us that live here, in these faraway reaches, found so far to the south of the continent. Normally and on a typical day, this hot weather is commonly found in cities like Cochabamba and Santa Cruz. These cities are from relatively lowlands, especially if you compare them to the elevated highlands so characteristic of this country.

The flag Mexico City,CDMX, Mexico

Still, I would have never dreamed that this tremendous, suffocating, inhospitable hot weather would be expecting me. here in Sucre. Apparently, nobody warned the former Bolivian Capital, also known as the City of Eternal Spring, in time for it to chip in and cough up a batch of its famous and traditional beautiful weather.

The child had visited as many worlds as the books she had read, and those were many…

Paseo de la Reforma Blvd. Mexico City, CDMX, México

Camila’s parents differed enormously from Magnifico’s folks, for they were incredibly strict and very conservative in their way of thinking. At four o’clock in the morning, while it was still pitch dark outside, the child could be found in the hen’s shack with a long to do list of chores to be finished before she could head to school.

Colón Roundabout Mexico City, CDMX, México

Nevertheless, Camila was never in a hurry, nor did she worry her little head. She had her tasks perfectly timed and at her own pace, she would finish in time, but in her own quite peculiar way.

Since she began to feed the more than a hundred hungry hens who waited impatiently and at all any time of the day had a voracious appetite, until she finished cleaning out the different coops, Camila had one eye on one thing and the other eye somewhere else.

The Angel’s Roundabout Mexico City, CDMX, México

Better said, the little girl held an open book with one hand and used the other one for the chores, while she read and did her job at the same time and with no care in the world. Magnifico may have been an artist in the matter of exploring the heights, but Camila definitely held her own as to reading while she worked. And that child would read with an undying passion relishing each phrase.